The jersey
For some reason today, I just felt the need write a downer.
Summary: Oliver Wood suffered a large blow to the head, and lost his memory. But not all of it, he can remember his love of quidditch. But he forgets a certain person who he cared a lot about, and who cared a lot about him. But can she trigger his memory by an old jersey?
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these awesome charectars, just this little simple plot.
Flashback:
Katie Bell stood near Oliver Wood talking to him before his big game.
"Oliver, what are you holding behind your back?" Katie asked. Oliver smile, glad that she had noticed.
"I want you to have this." He replied, pulling out his puddlemore team jersey.
"But, don't you need that for the game?"
"Well, you see, I kind of out grew this one." Katie laughed at his little boyish gowth spurts, he was in fact 20 years old. "And they gave me a new one, so I want you to have this one." He handed it out to her
"Oh Oliver, I would love to have it!" She went on her tippy toes and gave him a kiss.
"Well, I should get to the big game." He said after complying to her sign of affection. She nodded and watched him go, before taking her seat in the stands.
Katie waited impatiently on the uncomfortable hospital chair. The doctor walked in with somewhat of a smile on his face.
"He's going to be okay. He seems to remember everything." Katie let out the breath she had been holding for what seemed like hours.
"Can we go into see him?" Sherri Wood, Oliver's mother, asked.
"Of course." The doctor stepped aside to let them in.
"Hi dear." His mom said sweetly.
"Mom, would anyone care to tell me what happened?" He asked.
"You got hit by a bludger right to the head son." His father told the quiddtich player.
"Oh. Well it's good to just be resting." He nodded, and looked around the room, smiling at all the familiar faces. But when he got to Katie, he frowned.
"I don't mean to be rude, but may I ask who you are?" He questioned the blonde girl whom he had known for a very long time.
"Oliver, it's me. Katie." When no recognition came to his face, she continued. "Katie Bell." She persisted. He shook his head.
"I don't know you." Oliver stated.
"Honey, you've known Katie almost all of your life." Mrs. Wood said.
"Yeah Oliver. Good try playing a joke. Maybe you need lessons from Fred and George." Katie teased.
"I'm not joking. I don't know you." Katie's joking smile fell into a state of confusion, shock and sadness.
"Excuse me doctor." Katie followed the doctor that was passing the door.
"Yes ma'am?" He said.
"You said that he remembered everything. He has no idea who I am!"
"Oh dear." He said. "I know what the problem is. He is having selective amesia." Katie cocked her head to the side a bit, and continued to stare at the young professional. "It means that he forgets a certain person. Normally the person he saw right before the accident." Katie nodded her head in understandment.
"Is there a cure?" She asked after a few seconds. The doctor shook his head sadly. Katie felt tears welling in her eyes. "You mean he'll never remember me?" She asked in a chokey voice.
"Look, I'm really sorry. But it's best if you just don't push yourself on him. He'll just get confused, and that is not good for him."
"So what do you want me to do?" She asked dumbfounded. "Just leave him? Not even try to jog him memory?" The doctor nodded slowly.
"It's in his best interest. And you want him to be happy, right?" She nodded, and walked out to the exit, where she took one look back, still holding the jersey, at her boyfriend, who she was not aloud to see. And he would never know it. He would never know that she just walked out of his life forever.
Katie Bell stood in line after the big puddlemore game. She clutched the jersey that he had once given her, as a token of his affection. Ahead of her, she could see the star keeper half heartedly hugging these girls that just clung to him. Half heartedly signing pictures.
She sighed sadly. It had been about a year since the accident. She had tried to get over it, but she just couldn't.
Katie heard rushed footsteps behind her. Someone tapped on her shoulder, and she turned around to a familiar face. It was Oliver's coach, Roger Davies.
She smiled at him like he was an old friend. "Hi Davies." She said simply.
"Katie, what the hell are you doing here?" He said in a harsh whisper.
"I came to see Oliver." She replied. He sighed, obviously impatient.
"You know that you can't. We're on a winning streak right now. He can't be bothered by something that is going to damage his health."
"Look Roger, I'm not going to damage his health. He's not going to be with me long enough to get confused. To him, I'll be just another fan girl." She said.
"Katie-" he started again.
"What do you expect me to do Roger?" She asked close to tears. "Just leave him? Never see him again. I need to hear him talk, and not just on the radio, I need to hear his Scottish accent in person! I need to see his smile again, just one more time." Katie pleaded. Begging Roger with her eyes. He slumped a tad in defeat.
"Fine, Katie. But you are just another fan girl. Are you sure you can handle that?" There was a hint of concern in his voice. Katie wasn't entirely ready for that question. She didn't know if she could. She hated the screaming fan girls, and it was hard to be one of them. Hard to be one to her best friend.
"It's better than not seeing him at all." She decided. Roger nodded and walked off to join his team.
The line progressed, until there was only one person ahead of her. Katie fingered his old jersey, remembering the day she received it quite well.
"Next." said the Scottish accent that sent her heart racing. She looked up, and smiled as she walked over to the table where he sat.
He smiled broadly at her, but she could tell it was fake. It wasn't the smile that he used to save just for her.
Oliver Wood wore an identical jersey to the one she kept in her hands. His hair was messy, as if he had just gotten off his broom. Just like it always was.
"Hi, I'm Katie Bell." She said. Hoping that he would recognize the name.
"Hi Katie, what can I do for you today?" No such luck there.
She looked down at the Jersey in her hands. "Um, I was wondering if you could sign this for me?"
"Sure thing." She handed him the simple peace of cloth. He looked at it with interest and shock. "Oh my god. This looks exactly like the Jersey I used to wear, before I out grew it." He laughed a little. "Where did you get this?" He asked.
"Oh, I think my mother got it at some replica store." She lied.
"Hm, I didn't know they sold ones this close to the original." He signed his name on it. "You're going to think I'm crazy, but you look so familiar."
"Oh, well." She gave a half laugh. He laughed too.
"Ridiculous, I know." He paused for a moment. "Do you want to get a picture?"
"Oh no thank you." Katie replied politely. She couldn't bare posing in a picture that he didn't really want. "Thanks for this though." She held up the jersey. He nodded, and she walked away.
"Dude." Oliver said to his coach Roger Davies. "Doesn't she look familiar?" He asked.
Davies shook his head. "Not in the slighteset." He lied. But on the desk, laid the simpilest clue. The picture of Oliver and his old Gryffindor quidditch team. And there was Katie, smiling and waving, tears of joy welled up in her eyes.
Oh, that was almost painful to write. Well, if you could please review, I would really REALLY REALLY appritiate it! It means the world to me! Go on, press that parywinkle button!
